Very creaky artifact from 1939. A disparate group of cliches ride through Monument Valley hoping to escape from the last hellhole and find salvation in the next...meanwhile dodging bloodthirsty savages en route.
Ford's trademark simple-mindedness sinks this film for a modern audience. The chase across the dried lake bed still worked but too many horses were forced to take nasty spills. Apparently retarded indians kept approaching blazing guns and most died. The blustering banker got his comeuppance, Wayne got to kill the bad guys and rode off into the sunset with the pretty girl. All is right with the world.
Historical interest only.
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